And personal. Always. Up close and personal. Both the turkeys and their ever present associate and ringleader Geraldine the pea hen.
As I dole out the feed into separate bowls for the pigs, they have their heads in the pigs bowls, as I lean in to scoop chicken feed into the white bucket they are leaning right onto my arms trying to get their heads into that bag too, pecking at the scoop as it moves up and down – their bodies are fat and warm, they smell like summer. I have to lift them entirely, spreading my fingers wide so as to hold their wings against their bodies then move them to one side their legs peddling in space and then try to re-attach them to another side of the bench just so I can see what I am doing.
They get so close to my face I sometimes fear for my eyes, but they don’t peck each others eyes so I think I am safe from them pecking mine.
They frequently knock into me, or step on my arms, or fly at me or wack me in the head with their wings, or peck at my hands as though I am just another big bird stealing from a feed bag.
When I feed the chooks and peafowl they refuse to move away to their own personal bowls. These are the type of bowl you hook over a gate. One red and one blue. I always fill their bowls first in an attempt to free my arms to work but they ignore their own bowls until the other hens are distracted with food and the pigs have ceased their clamour. And I have finished rattling about in the bags. Then they totter away and balance precariously on the wooden pig gate where their blue and red containers are hooked and eat frantically until from the corners of their dense black eyes they see me move again, then they reel back and fall like fat grubs onto the ground jostling about like keystone cops as they recover their balance and direction and hurry after me. Drunks. Hungry nosy drunks.
These turkeys are not pretty, they do not have the smooth beautiful heads and sloe eyes of the Peafowl. Or bright red combs like the chickens. They do not have a little crown, or special long tails and their eyes are black and oval like the eyes of the martians you see in those old movies, but the turkeys are glossy like brushed blue black horses, and their feathers lay down their backs like well laid roof tiles.
And they are sweet. And strangely appealing.
I hope you have a lovely day.
celi
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55 responses to “Up Close. Very Close.”
Got to love them … warts and all 🙂 Will you be on the look out for a Tom for these ladies or are they to remain unnamed? Laura
They just never got named did they – it seems they don’t even want names. I am thinking of finding them a Tom at the bantam swap. Maybe.
They most certainly don’t make things easy for you.
No, Nadia, they don’t. They are always looking through the windows and perching on the veranda chairs, sleeping on the tables.. c
They are like an ugly baby; you have to love it a bit extra because it’s got a hard start in life!
So many creatures are just so beautiful and balanced, and perfectly designed – i don’t know what happened with these poor turkeys! c
No looks, no personality, no charm. Poor things. It’s a good job they taste OK…
Laughing at the last comment. They do need a little extra love…and so we all give it! Your animals are not hard to love, Miss C.
They are kind of sweet! c
And they’re darned good in a sarnie with homemade mayo… >
Americans eat a LOT of turkey, but I have never taken to it.. maybe a wild turkey would be tastier. c
I reckon at some point you should test that theory.
Wild turkey is quite tasty but tends to be quite tough. The first one John shot I put half the breast in the slow cooker all day with all manner of good spices and seasonings and…. you could hardly get a fork in it! I’ve found the trick is slicing or cubing it and long cooking. That works quite well. All in all I prefer it over domestic turkey but I don’t think roasting it whole ala Thanksgiving would work. We only ever keep the breast as there’s not a lot of meat on the rest of it.
My grandmother would say ” Long cook the turkey with a boot, throw away the turkey and eat the boot” . She preferred wild rabbit.
LOVE it!!! Love, Gayle
LOL What a great saying! She must have been a hoot. 🙂
She was a strong willed old lady that is for sure.. c
Good Morning, Celi!
Very beautiful and precise portraials of your turkeys although one really not can tell that they are beautiful for themselves. Nevertheless their’s kind of dignity in their expressions.
Have a great day!
There is a kind of dignity, then they fall off something with big crashes and the dignity is gone! sigh.. c
I have been wondering about your turkeys lately, especially since a neighbor up the road gifted us with three of them. Eastern Wild Turkeys. We had never even thought to have turkeys before, but these three are very cool. They aren’t anywhere near as tame as yours, but they are getting to know us. They are very strange, and noble looking and slow moving. And just nice to have around!
They scare to death really quickly too so do you have a big dog free pen for them? c
Yes, thank goodness! But two of them seem to want to fly out of it sometime during the day. 😦
They are quite sweetly cute, in their own turkey way. I just love watching birds — a lot of time goes missing if my chickens happen to find a spot of bare (non-frozen) earth while I’m watching. They’re just so funny and curious. My toddler daughter finds them just as fascinating, and the chickens are quite fond of her, so I lose even more time watching them all interact!
Morning Anna, I love watching children and friendly chickens. Love that. c
A lovely piece of writing, ugly can be enchanting and interesting, but I think those birds would drive me up the wall!
love,
ViV xox
They can be a nuisance in the winter, in the summer of course they are not so bad.. c
I have only had encounters with wild turkeys. I find them fascinating. Apparently we have lots of them between here and the river as I saw lots of tracks in the snow the last time I trekked that direction. Hopefully, I’ll manage some photographs this spring during mating season. Your photographs of the turkeys are beautiful, I think!
Morning darling – I had to track Boo yesterday ice slid off the west barn with such a crash he thought someone was shooting at him and ran straight across the fields, through the freezing creek and across another field – home. Poor lovey! c
Such a big stocky boy but afraid of noises, poor baby. Mirrhi is the same, confident, fearless, until I drop something with a clatter or next door makes a racket and she’s off, under the bed usually, bum hanging out.
My poor Mac is so afraid of loud noises too though he doesn’t take off. He goes off and cowers in a corner while pleading with me with his big black eyes to please protect him.
Ridiculous things! 😀 I love them.
Ridiculous – perfect word.. c
From one fellow anipal to another – they are cute and priceless indeed. Have a terrific day my friend. XOXO – Bacon
“Anipal”! LOVE that word. I think I will adopt it too. Loved the writing today Celi. Made me smile and savour the metaphors and similies. I could hear their wings in your words. xoxo Wendy
If you can hear their wings you are about to be swiped in the face by one – ha ha ha .. they do make me laugh.. c
I missed the gorgeous display of Pania yesterday but have to comment now. Just beautiful. I had no idea the peahens are every bit as pretty as the males. Something like a black-and-white photo to a color photo!
I wasn’t able to read yesterday’s post and was so surprised to see Pania’s display was every bit as beautiful as Mr. Flowers’ is. Something like a black-and-white photo compared to a color photo, each quite elegant in its own way.
Yesterday, I wasn’t able to read the post so I read it today and was so surprised to see that female peahens also display, and their displays are every bit as beautiful as the males, something like the comparison between a black-and-white photo and a color photo. Both elegant in their own right. Panic is a knockout!